Lost Perfection A. Coulrophobia - Between The Buried And Me

These hours seem like years...I've been staring at this wall, wondering 
when it's going to take all of our lives. I'm just glad we have jokes. I 
think way too much back here. My eyes are slowly closing; boredom is 
causing this loss of interest. When will I awake? Asleep...
This party of four includes three grown adults and myself. The first 
adult is very shy and wise enough to keep the second one from 
conversation. (They're on a mission). Gender is not recognized. The 
third adult is a male and talks too much. The stench of shit is in the 
air...
The room storms with laughter...fours turns into a hundred and the noise 
is unbearable. "It's time, you are in hell, this place will kill itself 
soon!"
I cry, and the hands surround me. Born into a hell...
I never wanted to wake to this. I hae experienced nothing, yet I feel I'm 
the only one who has not done harm. If only I could understand how to 
change things...I can't fucking think. The noise is unbearable. THE 
noise STOPS.